Wake your pretty soul, Let the innocence flow
Dreams still exist, just secreted somewhere
An inner beauty, hidden by worldly needs.
Bring forth the smile of wonderment and take up the challenges of life
Take heart for it is not done
What stirs these emotions of want and need?
What memories destroy such beauty and innocence?
What blackens the horizons of a glowing sun?
Take heart for it is not done
A hurting heart yet unfilled
An empty space of loneliness.
A hurt so deep that none can see.
Normalcy escapes, Darkness beckons.
Tears will not flow from a hardened heart
Motionless emotion, created by hate
Hold it in, push it down, and make it go away
What dreams, What feelings
The questions remain.
Written by Edward green